and when the dust settles

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Melita squinted at the man – a facetious comment tucked along her teeth. Considering she’d done most of the work…and had been intending to use portions of the damned thing for trade and shit further down the line, she was half-inclined not to give him anything but her caustic attitude.

But then again, the Honeybee always had some ideas.

“Sure. Thanks a lot,” and she gave a very dangerous smile, indicating many other things. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a duck – bright and yellow, slightly larger than the usual bath flair, and reached forward to place it in his hands. “Enjoy yourself.”

Before sauntering back out the way she came with a cheery little wave, companions at her side.

[FIN]

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita